There is no denying it; I was just not ready, prepared, or motivated for BASH Con this year. Sure, I had some plans that I should have had plenty of time to wrap up and even do a bit of play testing for, but those fell victim to old Mr. Procrastination.
Thursday night plans to play in Tom's Wobble game were thrown a bit off by my inability to get there due to family obligations, so Tom and Randy were left hanging out in a hotel by themselves. I am sure Tom will remind me of this for many moons, but alas...it was just not meant to be. Work schedules, orchestra concerts, and other unmentionable realities will sometimes interfere with otherwise well laid plans, or is it lain?
The boy and I arrived to the con on Friday early enough to hit registration with no line and get to the room where we had our 'special set-up' all weekend for the Circus Imperium game. No one showed for the 6pm game, so we hung out with Randy, Tom, and Paul until Robin and Beckett showed up for Beckett's Crawlspace game, Gimme Shelter.
On Saturday, we can turned up for the Circus games...one player at 10am showed up so we played a quick 3 player game. One of Irelynn's friend Riley was there with her little brother and dad, so while he played in a Marvel Superheroes RPG, we played 2 more games with them. The first game, Riley made the circuit 3 times with only a few nicks to her driver and the damage from one side swipe from her brother. Liam was trampled by Riley, left bleeding in the sand only to be finished off by the lil brother when his chariot's beasts died from too much whipping and mashing. The 3rd game was won by Liam.
After dinner with the gang, we were going to play in Tom's game, but he had plenty of players show up so Liam, Randy, Robin, and me all jumped in Beckett's evening game of Dungeon Crawl Classics. I had to briefly jet home to help deal with our escape artist canine, but returned to walk into a crazy town filled with maggot infested zombies where Liam's character had his arm lobbed off and he proceeded to complain and walk around with his arm in his sleeve amid Randy's relentless quips about what he could no longer do with only one hand.